The mosquitos are taking over. I don't care what I may have said about this being preferable to hives. My mom is too lazy to get rid of the damn things so now I have mosquito bites. About 12 in total, and 3 of them are from today/yesterday with a diameter of about 2.5 inches/6.5 cm and one of them are on my inner wrist, another on my knuckle. Those two make me want to pour alkaline all over myself. It feels like April. It's like 80 degrees here and I feel as listless as I did, except Karen can't pop over anymore, and I can't go watch movies at Stacy's.
Went to the library today. As I was checking out the books, the librarian said to me,
"Are you reading these for school?"
Since I had checked out
Les Miserables,
Anna Karenina, and
Emma... is this me becoming even more dull and secluded? I say yes, and ignore my homework.
This is what's weird. I read the blogs of people who I suppose are like me as far as school goes. You know, as far as intelligence, the social spectrum, and extracurriculars.
They all seem to at least have more emotions than I do. My emotions are temporary bursts that usually only happen when I've been talking to my net friends and feel the need to blog. At least they seem HAPPY. Either than or incredibly whiny. I don't think I'm whining right now... right? Basically I realized that their intelligence doesn't warrant great typing skills or coherent sentences outside of their English essays. Or even capitalization. And through it all, they are still girly-girls. While the tube of lipstick that Brittany convinced me to buy in Florida is basically rotting in my purse, and I don't give a fuck.
What I was just thinking is... I've always known that I have no sense of patriotism, since I spent the part of my childhood where I should be forming my ignorant opinions in three different countries. And then I was raised in a place where the only sense of pride people had was the state of their synagogue.
Now that I've switched high schools, I have no sense of school pride (not that I had much before, but at least it's a kind of 4-year-nostalgia). I really don't care anymore, and nothing about this place or Clayton affects me. At all.
You know who I was thinking about? MASA. HOW PATHETIC IS THAT. I was wondering, why didn't I ever have a crush on him in all those years I've known him? Minus the Japanese flab, the wanna-be ghetto pathetic behavior, Brittany was right, I do appreciate his personality and his lazy intelligence. Too bad he was kind of an asshole (KIND OF!?)... but it seems as if these are the guys I'm waiting for to grow up. When does this happen? Or is it the responsibilty of their girlfriends/boyfriends to help them grow?
But
Liesl...